Death of a Friend

Death of a Friend
Marc Mosko, 1996

The loss of a friend is a tragic thing.
A companion weaves threads through all
parts of one's life.
A friend imbues a sensation through
one's soul.
To leave a friend leaves part of
one's self behind.
To deny a companion is to deny part
of one's self.
What should I do when a friend is
a lover no more?
How can I reconcile the loss of a
love with the retention of a friend?
To be a friend is to be a companion.
A companion with whom I spend my time.
A friend with whom I share myself.
But how can I enjoy those moments
when all I want to do is hug her?
The loss of a friend is a tragic thing.
More tragic than that of a lover.
The loss of a friend is the death of a part
of one's self.

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Death of a Friend Marc Mosko, 1996
The loss of a friend is a tragic thing. A companion weaves threads through all parts of one's life. A friend imbues a sensation through one's soul. To leave a friend leaves part of one's self behind. To deny a companion is to deny part of one's self. What should I do when a friend is a lover no more? How can I reconcile the loss of a love with the retention of a friend?	To be a friend is to be a companion. A companion with whom I spend my time. A friend with whom I share myself. But how can I enjoy those moments when all I want to do is hug her? The loss of a friend is a tragic thing. More tragic than that of a lover. The loss of a friend is the death of a part of one's self.
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